(while eating breakfast)
RJ: Last night the tooth fairy came again.
Dad: Really? Didn’t she already get your tooth?
RJ: Yep, but this time it was different. This time she took all the rest.
Dad: Oh no! How are you going to eat?
RJ: It’s okay. I don’t care. She left me a huge pile of trinkets*.
* In our family, the tooth fairy is trading RJ’s teeth for small metal animal trinkets.
Exciting times! Two teeth down and the big guys are already coming through… but last night, the tooth fairy didn’t come. Very mysterious.
Another tooth gone!
RJ: The tooth fairy didn’t come last night!
Dad: Weird. Why do you think that was?
RJ: My theory is that last night you stayed in my room too long, and scared them off!
Dad: That’s GOT to be it!
What does RJ have in his right hand?
Here’s a clue…
It’s small.
It’s white… and …
It bites!It’s RJ’s first tooth!
Now opening, the Raider of the Lost Tooth...
After a week of careful wiggling, and only a tiny amount of blood, RJ has managed to extract his first tooth! It happened on Friday, after school and he is REALLY excited about it. It’ll definitely be the first thing he talks about at news today.
Random trivia: It was named “Ogey”.
... and the exciting news is that the tooth-next-door is wobbly too!
The next stage of our adventure brought us to Monkey Mia, where we met some friendly mammals with a taste for seafood and thousands of crustacean squatters before dragged through the ocean from a high speed catamaran. After a hair-raising drive through an extended muddy bog, we made it to Gnaraloo Station, a delightful paradise marred only slightly by a small infestation of surfers and a veritable plague of ecstatic, frisky whales.
After spending the night in Denham, we got up early the next morning and drove to Monkey Mia. Every day, a crowd gathers on the shore to wait for a pod of dolphins who have been fed there, every day, for years.
LR and RJ try to spot them from the jetty.
The water was incredibly still and calm... Dad had the rare chance to get some early morning photography done while waiting.
LR stands knee deep in water as the pod arrives.
One of the park rangers hands over some of the delicious booty.
The kids spent some time snorkelling and exploring the shallow waters of the bay.
LR and RJ discovered hermit crabs near the shore... There were hundreds of them!
LR heads off to collect another handful of crabs!
Mom booked us onto a boat cruise. It was a great way to get out into the bay and see some sharks, turtles, dolphins and perhaps even a dugong.
RJ and Dad rode in the net, trying to spot sharks as we cruised the reefs.
The boat stopped by a pearl oyster farm where we learned the ins and outs of farming pearls. As we watched the presentation, RJ suddenly darted forward between the speaker's legs to save this tiny crab from being stepped on.
RJ had an audience as he practiced his surf moves!
On the ride back, LR and Dad made up their own jokes to entertain themselves.
One of the wild dolphins had great fun riding the bow wave from the boat.
Once we left the reef area and returned to deeper water, the captain loaded the net behind the boat with passengers and took off -- the ultimate ocean cold-tub.
The next morning, we were off again, heading north past Carnarvon and on to Gnaraloo Station. We stopped along the way to watch the blowholes, as whales happily flopped about just off the coast. Despite the best efforts from the blowholes, with deafening roars and tremendous columns of water blasting from the rock, the kids were still way more interested in the tidal pools.
LR did her very best to break her ankle by leaping maniacally from rock to rock across the puddles, but failed miserably.
Gnaraloo Station lies at the end of a dirt track that runs north of Carnarvon. During the Summer, there is so little rain that the track is packed hard and just about any vehicle can make it through. It turns out that during Winter, it’s a bit of a different story.
In our case, torrential rains had come through about three days prior, and the track had been completely flooded. What was left for us was a series of opaque muddy lakes and bogs of thick, sticky, orange mud connected by small sections of track. The owners of the station had put out the official word to the community that only real four-wheel drives should attempt the track, and even then to stick to the ‘chicken-tracks’. Chicken tracks are side tracks, usually weaving deleriously through the bushland for a few hundred metres, that avoid the worst of the bogs and deepest pools. They’ve been amusingly named by the four-wheel drive enthusiasts for those people who chicken out when driving the main track.
When we called the station and informed them about our rear-wheel drive, towing a heavy trailer, they said, “Sure, come on up. You’ll be fine.” We didn’t discover their ‘official’ recommendation until after we got there.
At this point, we had 80 km (50 miles) of this kind of track ahead of us. Every few hundred metres, we would encounter another massive bog which would require getting out and inspecting. We very seriously considered turning around and not continuing on.
We arrived, triumphant, but utterly nervewracked and exhausted. We took our place amongst the four wheel drives and tried to pretend it had been great fun.
At the base of the cliff in front of camp, there's a famous surfing spot. It was pretty spectactular, with great waves rolling in continuously, all day long.
Dog digging competition!!! On your mark, get set, go!
What's that, Mom? The water's a bit cold?
RJ really enjoyed snorkelling too. He spotted all kinds of fish, and thought he had made friends with two, but discovered they were just damselfish trying to scare him away from their algae farm!
At every opportunity, LR hunted for the most precious shells on the sea floor.
At low tide, we could explore the safer sections of the cliff face. There were lots of little caves and rock pools along the way.
We hiked lots of trails around Gnaraloo, climbing cliffs and exploring. It was a terrific place to watch whales happily flop and splash about, with a few showing up every ten minutes or so.
Some awful, terrible, bad parents set an awful, terrible, unsafe example for their children by jumping down into this sea cave to pick up some pretty rocks, and then frantically scrambling out before the waves came crashing into it.
RJ and his new favorite pet... A 'cuddle' fish.
Big news!!! We discovered RJ's first wiggly tooth!
These super cute bearded dragons were everywhere. They were incredibly curious and had absolutely no fear of people, but at the speeds they dart around, they have no reason to be.
Gnaraloo Bay is absolutely stunning -- some of the most spectacular coral and aquatic wildlife in the world, just a metre below the surface of a huge expanse of crystal blue water gently lapping against perfect, white, fine-grained sand, and aside from this amazingly great family that showed up, almost completely deserted.
RJ and LR gathered shells and rocks built an enormous city that spanned the beach.
These huge sand dunes were just a short hike from the campsite.
It took a while to climb to the top; they were bigger than they looked and we were weighed down by an impressive number of dead crabs.
We finally made it to the top, where we watched more whales springing about.
LR and Dad wandered off with their cameras to get some pictures of the surfers. They had to be pretty brave to attempt the entry from the reef into the crashing waves.
The kids made friends with the boys at the neighbouring camp. Ledgy, their dad, even set up a totem tennis set for them, which our kids promptly dominated.
Oh no! Camping hair!!! (and she still looks gorgeous.)
Being wintertime, we were allowed to have a campfire. RJ worked on his marshmallow chargrilling technique.
LR, to Mom's delight, worked on a careful, slow-roasting technique, producing a series of perfectly toasted marshmallows.
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(while getting ready for bed)
RJ: Urghhh!!! This toothpaste tastes terrible!
RJ: … But at least its better than getting killed in the army.
RJ’s birthday was loads of fun. After school, we gathered up most of his classmates and walked them to the park near our house, where we enjoyed fruit, snacks and cupcakes! We had a nice dinner and more cake that night with Grammy and Poppa. The next day, RJ invited two of his friends to go see a movie with us in the city. Happy birthday RJ!
RJ's favorite present was this jaw from a 10ft lemon shark.
It’s been a while since we posted a bunch of photos, so here’s a quick wrap-up for February!
LR lost another two teeth this month, and the kids did some home experiments with dry ice. RJ discovered a fascination for disguises and interesting clothes. Mum sang her heart out at a South Pacific concert and we had a couple of trips to the beach to have fish and chips for dinner. Mum and Dad even got dressed up for a party, and at the end of the month, it was the kids turn with an evening picnic and disco down at the school.
One of the last pictures of LR with all her upper teeth... One of her front incisors came out the next day!
Last Thursday before school, RJ had an incident involving a brick and a digit… And by brick I mean, ‘a middle-sized paving slab’, and by digit I mean, ‘his middle toe’ and by incident I mean, ‘dropping the brick from head height in such a way that its edge lands on the toe causing a particularly nasty gash down to the joint resulting in an alarming amount of blood, a lot of yelling and a fun-filled trip to the hospital.’
RJ's toe at the hospital, all cleaned up, but before the stitches went in.
(looking at animal pictures on the computer)
Dad: Do you have any guesses what animal that mouth is from?
RJ: Some kind of weird seal or something?
Dad: Close. It’s a manatee. They eat seaweed all day long. They’re a bit like a dugong, but they live in North America.
RJ: (alarmed) A dugong! Whoah! THAT IS SOOOO DANGEROUS!
Dad: What do you mean?
RJ: Apparently, they are very dangerous! They have poisonous venom in quite large fangs. They are like snakes, but much… more… deadly…
RJ: NEVER EVER APPROACH A DUGONG.
(while getting ready for bed)
Dad: (waiting at basin with toothbrush) Come on RJ, time to brush your teeth.
RJ: (from the top of the stairs) Trying to get there…
… a minute passes …
Dad: Hurry up!
RJ: I know! I’m just extra slow right now…
… more time passes …
Dad: (frustrated) RJ! What are you doing? What is taking you so long?
RJ: (sliding on the floor into the bathroom) I was trying to get here as fast as I could, but my leg vanished!
